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  1. I see where Vermont-based Louise Gluck won the Nobel. I read several of her poems to see if and how she might influence me and got this:

    I sit in my den that needs
    Dusting, for four years.
    But the dust has become a guest
    Or I a guest of the dust,
    An accumulated identity
    That buries me
    With companionship,
    That to mop is to murder.

    Could you mistake this for a fragment by her?

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